Tuesday, July 12, 2005

3 Poems Erin Martin

planting rubber bullets

If the gift you’re seeking is a magician’s hat, if you

have memorized the word because, allow menot to be the one to build temples on your tongue.If you are crossing off tallies as if your ink weremarble,I do not think I can use this chisel. I have playedmy records loudly. I have sent paper boats to sea.There are no graves but graves. If you would mistakefear for peace, I will laugh in all the wrong places.I have raised my fist trembling throughlipstick. I have thanked my skin. If you wouldbuildyour camp on the tallest peak, I will take off myboots,my gauze, my ghost sheet. I have seen youkick in snow angels. If you would projectfilmstrips from the sky, I will open my locket again.

If you would hide clocks within books of prayers,I will spoil the ending of this movie.